Текст песни Sadie Jane - Rare Americans

I really want to work it out again
But I'm tired of letting you get under my skin
Do I really wanna work it out, it's been
Yeah

Such a roller coaster this whole time
Why the fuck can't I get you off my mind?
Maybe I should have listened to the signs
Yeah

You begged and you borrowed
Like there's no tomorrow
You sat and complained
'Bout the size of my place
You had every excuse
You were loose with the truth
I offered a truce in that mall photo booth
I like a clean place
You invaded my space
Your mess never rests
Now that's off my chest

I still love you
Fuck

A shitty old tour bus ride
Different views, opposite sides
Do I really wanna keep it up, this grind?
Yeah

It was never easy, you and me
How could it be?
We only met briefly
You said you had a lot on your plate lately
Yeah

I lie to my friends
(I won't call her again)
My brain lights up insane
At a text from your name
You came in my room
You smelled of perfume

You took off your clothes
I went, "Holy fuck, woah!"
Was new in that department
What a way to start it
My life will never
Be the same
Sadie Jane

And you're to blame
Fuck